Because of the privacy act, the hospital where I have worked no longer takes Polaroids of patients- parents with newborn babies-some single, some sixteen, some homeless, some addicts, some Starbucks Frapaccino drinkers. I ended up with two grubby binders full of these pictures from 1997 and 98. From the drawings I made blurred photographs that began to take on something less specific but more aggregate. Then I drew them again with spray paint. The project revealed something about time and the enigmatic, removing detail through the coalescing and blurring of drawing and photograph.